Chelsea piers

Lately, my only contact to the world, is this stranger opposite who answers me with the same music, who is he? what is he like? one morning I set out to find him, but i changed my mind. It's better not to know ... and to imagine. A loner like me...

Everything happened so fast! The suspicious pain, my persistence in wanting to find out... to know... and then the darkness, the silence around me, the silence.

Everything seemed to say that before the winter was over, with the ethereal silhouettes of the ships, outlined against a sudden break in the clouds, lovers strolling on the water front at sunset, and the deception promise of spring. Everything seemed to say that before the winter was over, my only regret, Anna, is it my only regret? is that i never finished anything, my plan remained just that, words scattered here and there...

- Theodoros Angelopoulos, Eternity of A Day